Archive for the tag Relationships

Poem: She

The symphonic rhythms of her breath etched into my being, I look up at her face as she gently presses her lips on mine.

The Eager Beaver- ‘What The Love!’ Episode Review

While every single episode comes with a side of cringe as Johar tries to come across as exceptionally ‘woke’, episode 3 titled ‘The Eager Beaver’ is easily the worst of the lot. Unsurprisingly, this is also the only episode that focuses on finding love for someone who is not straight.

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

Arya and Isla are making the most of an unnaturally chilly February 14. This is their first Valentine’s Day together, and they don’t want to dull the heat, both between and around them.

elysian

The corners of her mouth rise up occasionally, as if she knows - as if she knows that the whole day, I struggle to find the words which describe what goes on in my mind, all the things I want to tell her; how her skin reminds me of the soil that I grew up on, how her dangerous eyes seem to lure me in, and how her magnetic soul has held me captive.

All Aboard The Queer Express

I boarded the Queer Express in June 2016- it was the first time I considered the idea that the reason I felt nervous around pretty girls, and always felt a guilty excitement at the thought of reading lesbian fan-fiction- was because I experience attraction to women.

This City

Tae smiles and shakes his head at his lazily advancing feet, hands sunk deep in his pockets. He’d dressed himself in a suit for this date, wearing his best cologne and setting his hair with a lot of care and attention.

A Conversation With Sufi Malik

In person– or on the laptop screen as we talk– Sufi is warm and brilliant, much like her Instagram username, @sufi.sun. She is articulate and reflective, determined to say the right things, thinking over her answers carefully each time.

Dear Mrs. Nair

Tick-tock. Two decades ago when Tickticki wasn’t born, Mr. Nair’s son left for the United States. One decade ago his wife left him forever. When she left, the son returned to Delhi briefly with his New York this and New York that, complaining about the heat and humidity of the city that once loved him.

An Ode To A Lost Country

The attack on Jamia was not only a politically relevant event for me, but it was also a personal trauma caused even in absence. I was not inside the campus when the incidents transpired, but from what I have heard from friends, it violated the right to safety and equality.
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